Friendly Tribe?

Enya twisted her head towards the cries and saw an Egaean, a human from the same planet as her, clutching the Zhorion waiter by the throat with a look blinded by hatred. If two scaly-skinned aliens had not immobilized him, he probably would have strangled the Zhorion to death. Well, at least he would have tried...

"What's going on? "A man's voice sounded close to her.

Will was awake. Even Hakkrasha, who was usually a heavy sleeper, had ended his nap.

"I don't know. The Zhorion alien who distributes the food and drink appeared, said something, and this participant immediately tried to strangle him.

"Oh... again..." Will commented with a yawn still drowsy from his short nap. Clearly, he was used to this kind of clash.

Hakkrasha gazed at the infuriated Egaean and the frail Zhorion with an expression that spoke volumes, and then just as Will immediately lost interest in them.

"It's happened before? "Enya expressed her astonishment with a dubious face.